You're Dead To Me (Daryl Dixon)

You're Dead To Me ~ part 2

My fat cat's laying next to me right now.

Hope you like it ;u; ❤️

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Part two~

"I can't do it."

Pat sighed and flung the knife at the ground. I stood aside, arms crossed, and watched him collapse onto the ground in a huff. I sat along side him.

"You're just gonna leave him?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He pursed his lips and shrugged.

"Pat, you know real well that one of these days, those strays looking forward to eating your brain aren't gonna have their hands tied or have their mouth taped shut."

"Yeah, I know." His head hung down in embarrasment, matted black hair comforting his face.

"Look, I've taught you how to gain an upper hand, how to get past them. I think I've taught you enough for one day, eh?" I smile. He nods, standing up to walk away from the body in front of him. I stayed, observing the stray thoughtfully.

"I think you'll have the pleasure of saving us the trouble from rounding up another stray tomorrow." I say to it, blinking. There it was, lying on the floor and stretching it's old neck out to me, pale yellow eyes desiring me. I could see the lower jaw attempting to unhinge from the mass of tape around its head.

In all honesty, if there's anything that would terrify me most, it wouldn't be the teeth. Sure, they would tear your flesh to pieces, devour you to the core, but somehow it wasn't that. It would be the eyes. The soulless eyes of a monster who once held life in them.

It kind of made you feel bad...in a way. Not the guilty bad, but the lonely bad. You look at those distorted and empty eyes, and you realize how they're not their anymore. It makes you realize you're alone.

"But I'm not alone," I whisper, "I have Pat."

At least I have him.

I rise from the ground and grip a handful of its shirt, yanking it with a grunt. I began dragging him towards the fence.The fabric of its clothes were so thin. The way they felt under my fingertips, torn, delicate, and rough. It kind of gave me chills. It's been long.

I can't deny, what i'd give to wear a fresh, clean shirt at the moment. For now, I was stuck with my reeking dirty T-shirt. It was originally white, but now a days I don't even know know what white is anymore.

I huff as I rolled the stray up against the fence. I didn't know what happened to the rest of the strays that had been there earlier, they must've wandered off for a cat or something.